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Where it Began

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We are reincarnated numerous times. It could be once it could be hundreds. I myself have been incarnated a total of eleven times. Or so I though until my most recent incarnation. That was when I realized something just didn't add up. The same eyes always had a hand in my death. I knew then I had to go back to the beginning. I had to go go over my memories starting with the first incarnation I could remember. Perhaps you'll be able to help me realize what I've missed.Todos los derechos reservados

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